Prospects of a middle-class seventeen-year-old growing at the pangs of a falling country that has forgotten what its children look like.
I went out to Punta Fuego — located in Nasugbu, Batangas for a summer weekend; the sights were pretty breathtaking and let’s say that even just the shortest of local trips really invigorate oneself to the beauty of the world around you. Needless to say, my lust and desire to travel and wander (to perhaps even farther places, sometimes you really miss the stale airplane meals since the feeling of the sky descending beside you is something that really enlightens you; counting city lights like the stars, and all the like) has really surged. As a collection of keepsakes from a minuscule 2-day trip, here are some photos and a short guide-by of the trip; though of course — incomparable to taking in a vivid landscape before your own eyes.
I have heard a ton of good things about the Fjällräven Kånken and ultimately decided to order one; just in time for colors that I’ve always wanted to be stocked up again. Residing in the Philippines, online ordering isn’t exactly the easiest process due to the nature of customs and the national post office – which most if not all packages have to pass through. In all honesty; when I ordered my package I was extremely afraid due to all the horror stories regarding Philpost that have come to my attention. Researching on it more online doesn’t exactly calm one’s anxieties either – it pretty much made me fear for the worst even further. Surprisingly, my package arrived fine and intact — although it did require further research on my part and wasn’t the most flawless or smooth process. So in case anyone else is interested in ordering a Kånken bag online or have a package for them – here’s my experience and what I had to go through, bundled up with a short and simple …
On May 9th, the Philippines continued its march towards democracy. Fingers were stained with lasting ink, the ground was littered with name-plastered paper and shredded coercion; I rested in the throes of my home, travelling and watching the empty highways fading against the skies like they never had before. A bystander to the events that mold the experience of my generation. In two years, I join their ranks and get to have my fingers stained with the blood of freedom — but for now, all I can do is discuss, learn, and speak. Never have I been so maddened, never have I sworn upon my inability to make a name for myself. Never have I scorned this nation for the lack of education, the ignorance and blasphemy that cycles over and over – the disgust that I feel at all the death threats thrown at me. This is a child’s cry; this is the beginning of a wish, this is the start of the fear she holds in her own country.